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crumbbum · 05-19-2003, 02:38 PM

Wheeeeeeeeee!!!, sledding is fun, children think rushing down rolling embankments on tubes and sleds red-cheeked in brisk December sunshine. The sky is blue, the snow is white. The earth is covered in ice, sleeping frozen before its return to vibrant springtime life. Laughing, laughing, dizzied with delight, down and up and down again they go until the sun is gone, the parents watch their children at play. How strange that the cold makes faces redder, that that which destroys the life of the ground can bring such vitality to young faces, how strange the way bitter winter fertilizes the earth for the coming year. Mr. Shapiro stands at the bottom of the hill sipping hot chocolate from a thermos watching his son Jacob and his friend Jonathan careen giddily in an inner tube. “Come sledding dad,” he cries as they come to a halt at the bottom of the hill. But they are bounding up again before he can reply.
Sarah lies in the snow staring up through barren trees into cold blue sky. Her tiny body fits so snugly into the snow, secure and supportive she feels the cold all around her. She likes to play by herself. She hears distant voices laughing and thinks about her friends she left behind in Philadelphia, who can’t go sledding in the city. Her fur hood rubbed softly against her cheeks as she turns her head to watch the boys jump into the inner tub with a running start, now racing down the hill.
The car tires spread gray slush as they cut through the wet mess of the afternoon December road, swaths of slop sprayed smoothly onto sides of the street. Darryl deftly works his brakes on slippery roads, thinking of getting home to his wife. He is approaching Cherry hill, where the kids go sledding in the winter. The ice cream is melting and the radio plays soft country from the 70s.
The inner tube is going faster this time, and doesn’t stop in the same place as before. Soon Jacob and Jonathan are sliding into the road as a gray Buick approaches, slamming brakes and spinning wheels. There is a bump, and sliding to quiet. Jacob has a mild concussion. Darryl apologizes and says “how can I help,” and the boys cry and Sarah stares down from the top of the hill, her heart racing from fear, shocked at what almost had happened. Jacob is taken to the hospital and is fine in a few weeks, Darryl comes and visits him at home and brings toys and candy. It wasn’t his fault, everyone agrees. They are friends from now on. The ground is gray with the melting snow, and the earth dreams of days of green and bloom. The sky is still blue, getting warmer as kids play and soon snowing turns to raining as the mess is washed away, leaving the naked earth waiting for spring.

05-19-2003, 02:38 PM	#5 (permalink)
crumbbum Crazy Location: CT,NYC,NJ(have been all over)	Wheeeeeeeeee!!!, sledding is fun, children think rushing down rolling embankments on tubes and sleds red-cheeked in brisk December sunshine. The sky is blue, the snow is white. The earth is covered in ice, sleeping frozen before its return to vibrant springtime life. Laughing, laughing, dizzied with delight, down and up and down again they go until the sun is gone, the parents watch their children at play. How strange that the cold makes faces redder, that that which destroys the life of the ground can bring such vitality to young faces, how strange the way bitter winter fertilizes the earth for the coming year. Mr. Shapiro stands at the bottom of the hill sipping hot chocolate from a thermos watching his son Jacob and his friend Jonathan careen giddily in an inner tube. “Come sledding dad,” he cries as they come to a halt at the bottom of the hill. But they are bounding up again before he can reply. Sarah lies in the snow staring up through barren trees into cold blue sky. Her tiny body fits so snugly into the snow, secure and supportive she feels the cold all around her. She likes to play by herself. She hears distant voices laughing and thinks about her friends she left behind in Philadelphia, who can’t go sledding in the city. Her fur hood rubbed softly against her cheeks as she turns her head to watch the boys jump into the inner tub with a running start, now racing down the hill. The car tires spread gray slush as they cut through the wet mess of the afternoon December road, swaths of slop sprayed smoothly onto sides of the street. Darryl deftly works his brakes on slippery roads, thinking of getting home to his wife. He is approaching Cherry hill, where the kids go sledding in the winter. The ice cream is melting and the radio plays soft country from the 70s. The inner tube is going faster this time, and doesn’t stop in the same place as before. Soon Jacob and Jonathan are sliding into the road as a gray Buick approaches, slamming brakes and spinning wheels. There is a bump, and sliding to quiet. Jacob has a mild concussion. Darryl apologizes and says “how can I help,” and the boys cry and Sarah stares down from the top of the hill, her heart racing from fear, shocked at what almost had happened. Jacob is taken to the hospital and is fine in a few weeks, Darryl comes and visits him at home and brings toys and candy. It wasn’t his fault, everyone agrees. They are friends from now on. The ground is gray with the melting snow, and the earth dreams of days of green and bloom. The sky is still blue, getting warmer as kids play and soon snowing turns to raining as the mess is washed away, leaving the naked earth waiting for spring. __________________ Truth is peace. We are all souls in bodies.